² I slept, but my heart was awake.
Listen! my beloved is knocking.
“Open to me, my sister, my love,
    my dove, my perfect one;
for my head is wet with dew,
    my locks with the drops of the night.”
³ I had put off my garment;
    how could I put it on again?
I had bathed my feet;
    how could I soil them?

¹² His eyes are like doves
    beside springs of water,
bathed in milk,
    fitly set.^[a]